It turns out that sadness and anger are calm to the extreme.

That kind of calm with a blank feeling.

The peace of not knowing who you are, not knowing where you come from, not knowing where you are going. As long as there is a road ahead, there is only a calm way to go.

A raised pebble emerged from under the 3 cm snow, Mo Yan's tearful eyes blurred his vision, and he stepped on it, but he didn't even know that it hurt. It's just that every step from then on, it's like a small pink flower.

A taxi drove past Mo Yan.

Joey yelled, "Stop! Stop the car! ”

Driver: "Don't see the yellow line on the side of the road?" Parking is not possible here. ”

Joey yelled, "Give me back!" ”

The driver shouted: "That's even worse!" ”

Joey reached for the car door. The driver was frightened and quickly flashed his lights and pulled over temporarily.

Relying on the astonishing memory of the top student, Joey thinks that the chance of recognizing the wrong person is 0.1 in 1,000. She hid behind the thick green trees on the side of the road, trying to jump out with a scream while she was unprepared, and scare her into a discoloration.

hid behind a tree, and the scanner-like eyes found that Mo Yan, who was walking with his head down, was barefoot.

Joey's mind couldn't draw that circle, and he was stunned for a moment.

The driver was running around the front of the car to her: "Hey, I said, you still rely on my taxi money." Don't run, you. ”

The sluggish demon was woken up, she blinked her eyes, and shouted tentatively: "Mo Yan? ”

The figure and the owner, who walked with legs as light as a bird, did not react. Joey felt that he must have made the mistake of 1/1 thousandth today.

"Strange." Joey muttered.

The fat driver panted and ran to Joey, his hands on his knees, and he raised his head and shouted, "Hey, you, you're running fast." ”

At that time, Mo Yan happened to pass by Joey and the driver, as if there had never been two people arguing on the side of the road, Mo Yan didn't squint, just walked forward with his head half-bowed.

The fat driver had straightened up and grabbed Joey's sleeve to prevent her from running again.

A gust of wind blew, and under the street lamp, snowflakes rose on the ground, Mo Yan's hair was blown up by the wind, and his pale side face was exposed.

Joey stacked his feet, shook his hand, shook off the driver, ran three or five steps, and stopped in front of Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was reflexive, and cried out "ah".

Joey hugged Mo Yan, who was about to rush to the main road in a panic, and called her name in a voice louder than her, "Mo Yan!" I'm Joey! "Mo Yan! I'm Joey! ”

The layer of ice that knotted Mo Yan was cracked by Joey's shout. The whisper entered Mo Yan's ears little by little. She finally heard Joey's words. She is Mo Yan, and her name is Joey.

The dusty memory was stirred, and Mo Yan opened his mouth as if he hadn't opened it for 10,000 years, repeating in a hoarse voice: "Joey? ”

"yes. I'm Joey. I was your tablemate for three years of high school. I'm the one you played the most in your entire high school years. I'm a university student in the same city as you, and every time we meet, we say to each other, 'Gou Fugui, don't forget each other.'" ”

Joey is not an emotional person, but tears are in his eyes at the moment. There was no need to ask, she knew what Mo Yan had experienced.

The fat driver turned around and saw Mo Yan's feet, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

"Quick! What are you still doing in a daze! Get out of here! Joey carried Mo Yan on his back, quietly wiped away his tears, and shouted at the driver.

The driver muttered something, but still trotted and reversed the car.

Joey took Mo Yan into the car, Mo Yan was still nervous, she grabbed Joey's hand, like a lost child, and asked Joey, "Where are we going?" Joey was distressed. She hugged Mo Yan's head and gently patted her back: "Let's go home." ”

Joey still clearly remembered the address of Mo Yan's house and reported it to the driver.

Since the summer vacation of graduating from high school, they have been pressing the road together. Mo Yan accompanied her and walked around the corners of her hometown city. All the excitement that she missed because of the college entrance examination, Mo Yan accompanied her to experience it.

She wouldn't use "best friend" to describe the relationship between her and Mo Yan, but in her heart, that emotion is!

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Mo Yan did not reply for a long time, which made Wang Chengyou deeply worried. At that time, he only thought about worrying that Mo Yan would not be able to push off the dinner party and not be able to come back to eat together.

After washing the celery, cutting it, and looking at the phone again, there was still no reply from Mo Yan.

Wang Chengyou began to pace back and forth with his mobile phone. He thought that instead of waiting like this, he would call and ask.

Even in serious business situations, you can answer the phone as appropriate. What's more, judging from the time, the time for filing has long passed.

Wang Chengyou rang Mo Yan's mobile phone.

"Tut, beep......" rang in my ears one by one. Strangely, during the long waiting time of 20 seconds, Mo Yan neither pressed the phone nor picked up the phone.

Could it be that she turned on the mute?

When you turn on the mute, there will usually be vibrations.

Could it be that she doesn't have her phone on her?

In doubt, Wang Chengyou dialed Mo Yan's mobile phone number again.

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Zhu Haichao put the office supplies that fell on the ground back to the desk one by one, moved the fallen coral back to the original place, and put some clothes that were obviously not Mr. Tang into a sealed bag, and in silence, he didn't go to see Mr. Tang, and Mr. Tang didn't look at him.

He just glanced at the bloodstain from time to time.

It was too unreasonable, the blood beads kept falling down the edge of the sofa, and the blood stains showed no sign of drying.

Zhu Haichao couldn't help it, and went around to the back of the sofa to look at Mr. Tang.

"You're hurt!" He exclaimed.

Tang Wenhao's sculpture is also deaf. I saw him pulling his hair with one hand and covering his eyes with the other. Drops of blood ran down his elbows, dripping down in large drops.

"I'll call a doctor!"

14 years of companionship is not for nothing. Zhu Haichao knew Mr. Tang's personal doctor number.

While waiting for the private doctor to arrive, Zhu Haichao looked around, wanting to see if there was something that should not appear in the private doctor's field of vision. He saw the rose that was held in Mo Yan's hand with a happy face.

I was staring at it, and the sound of "buzzing" was heard somewhere.

He followed the sound to find it, and in the corner of the base of the boss's chair, the screen of the mobile phone glowed. "Hey! "Seung-woo" is calling.

He picked up his phone like a hot potato.

This call will definitely not be answered! Is this mobile phone also not suitable for Mr. Tang's office? Zhu Haichao searched everywhere, trying to find a hidden place to temporarily store his mobile phone. The call is over.

He just glanced at it and saw "19 missed calls".

I was shocked, thinking that I also had people I cared about, and I thought about what if the people I cared about encountered injustice...... Shaking his head, I wish Haichao to stop his thoughts flying.

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